The girls were playing in their rooms when I heard a "mommy" call. Usually, that means, somebody has something that isn’t theirs, somebody is getting their hair pulled, or somebody has their teeth in their sibling’s skin.
Then, I heard the rest; "mommy, come take our picture. Quick, mommy."
And, I grabbed my camera and ran upstairs to find my two sweet girls cuddling on each other in the glider. The glider that I nursed them both in, sang to them both in and comforted them both in almost every night for at least the first 18 months of their lives.
I wonder if that same scenario is how this picture was captured of my sister and me twenty-some-odd years ago? Something tells me it was pretty similar.
Apparently, we have a gene that makes us pose oldest on one side, youngest on the other, too!
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